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Vincenzo's POV
Instantly, Raella shook her head.

“No way, Vincenzo. That was in the ‘donate’ pile. It’s leaving this house. I don’t even know why I kept it so long.”

I dragged the saddle out of the corner, spilling a bag of attachments with it. Dildos and vibrators scattered across the carpet.

The purple one rolled to my feet. I picked it up and studied it, remembering vividly how I once watched it disappear inside my wife.

“Back then, this thing was supposed to be punishment, but we both know what it really does.”

Raella blushed. I hadn’t seen her cheeks that pink in years. She bit her lower lip, staring at me.

Finally, she snatched the toy from my hands.

I let her, stepping back to watch. She fixed the purple attachment to the saddle, plugged in the machine, and rummaged through the spilled items.

When she straightened, she was holding a small black remote.

“It may have been a long time since we’ve been alone like this, Vincenzo…”

She licked her lips and held the remote out to me.

“… But I haven’t forgotten a thing.”

So much had changed with Raella over the years. But right then, it felt like time had frozen. She was as beautiful as ever, and I was just as excited as I had been at twenty-five.

I took the remote, and she turned toward the saddle, slipping out of her blouse and jeans. Her body still swelled in all the right places. The dimples at the base of her spine still fit perfectly beneath my thumbs. It took all my willpower not to touch her.

Especially when she grabbed lube from my drawer and spread it over the dildo with practiced strokes. Once coated, she slipped one foot into the stirrup, swung her other leg over, and straddled the seat.

Keeping her eyes on mine, she pulled her panties aside, lifted her hips above the attachment, and slowly lowered herself.

I watched as her lips parted around it, stretching as she sank down on its full length. Then she let out the softest, most erotic moan I had ever heard.

“I’m ready whenever you…”

Part of me expected the motor to sputter and die after all those years, but it roared back to life instantly.

Raella squealed as the rest of the purple disappeared inside her, but she quickly found her rhythm. Hands braced on the saddle, she rocked her hips in time with the steady thrusts.

“I forgot how loud it is,” she joked breathlessly.

Loud or not, we had better be alone when we used it. Because when I saw Raella like this, I was ready to spend hours tearing her apart, putting her back together, and tearing her apart again. I’d lock our door and keep her naked under me for days.

To hell with food and fresh air.

All I needed was her and her sweet moans.

I pressed the green button on the remote, and the saddle started to vibrate.

“Ohh!”

When her pink mouth parted in a sigh, I couldn’t help myself:

I moved closer and ran my thumb along her lower lip.

Raella leaned forward and sucked it slowly, moaning, her eyelids fluttering shut. The vibrations shot through me until my cock ached painfully.

As much as I wanted to be inside her, I wasn’t finished playing yet.

I raised the intensity.

The toy hummed faster, driving Raella to shudder with every thrust, her thighs gripping the seat to keep from slipping.

I slid my hand up her neck, pushed aside her bra cup. Raella thought pregnancy had ruined her breasts, but they were as responsive as ever, her nipples hard the second I touched them.

I moved my palm lower, pressing against her belly. Each mechanical thrust made her spasm, and I could feel every penetration over and over. It was perfect. I increased the speed until her face tightened, breath quickening.

She leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

“You’re going to kill me,” she gasped.

I smiled, pressing my thumb just above where the dildo disappeared inside her.

“Not yet. I’ve got more plans for you.”

She didn’t even hear me. The cries tearing from her throat drowned out everything. But it didn’t matter. She was seconds away from breaking, and that sight never got old.

“There,” she moaned. “Vincenzo, there. Just like that. I’m going to…”

Her stomach clenched, thighs gripping the seat. Her hips bucked to the relentless rhythm while curses spilled from her gorgeous mouth.

I wanted her so badly my whole body throbbed, but I also savored the show.

I gradually eased the intensity until Raella collapsed forward on her arms, panting.

“I came.”

I brushed her dark hair from her forehead and laughed.

“I noticed.”

She gave me a sultry smile.

“I want more.”

In an instant, I tossed the remote aside, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her off the toy. She moaned as it slid out, but I set her on the dresser and sank into her so fast she didn’t have time to react.

“Fuck,” I hissed, biting her shoulder as I drove into her. “You’re so wet.”

“All for you,” she whispered, kissing my neck.

Being inside her felt exactly like it always had: Raella was mine.

I was home.

The kids were growing up. One day Matvei would take over the Mafia. Maybe he’d live in this house, and Raella and I would move out.

But we’d always have this. We’d always have each other.

Raella writhed, tangled her fingers in my hair, hooked a leg around my hip.

“How… again…”

She didn’t need to finish, because I felt her clench around me as another orgasm rolled through her.

That was all it took.

I spilled inside her, and we collapsed together, gasping, falling to the floor in the middle of the donation pile.

“Holy shit,” Raella breathed. “That was incredible. I’m keeping the saddle.”

I laughed and kissed her shoulder.

We lay there, touching, teasing, until Raella glanced down at me with a wicked grin.

“Again?” she whispered.

I crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head.

“I’m forty-two. I’m not dead yet.”

I was just about to slide back into her when I heard muffled voices and laughter. Raella looked at me, and I knew she heard it too: Elena and Matvei were back from the airport.

She hesitated for a second, then pushed me.

“Quick, quick,” she urged.

“Fine,” I sighed, standing to grab our clothes.

“Why?” she shot back with a wicked smile. “Lock the door.”

God, I loved this woman.

I slammed the door, locked it, and before I could even turn around, Raella grabbed my hand.

She pulled me back down to the floor, and we didn’t get up for a very, very long time.